The reason that the all-American boy prefers beauty to brains is that he can see better than he can think.
When you live in a leading lady's body, which I do, you have to constantly prove that you are funny.
The same sort of thing happened in my dispute with the National Trust book: Follies: A National Trust Guide, which implied that the only pleasure you can get from Folly architecture is by calling the architect mad, and by laughing at the architecture.